Puppet Remote

Peter didn't realize his mistake fast enough. He was too preoccupied to notice. Unfortunately for him, his sister did notice.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE? I CAN ALL HEAR THAT," she yelled as her fists slammed on Peter's bedroom door.

"Oh fuck," Peter hissed as he rushed to pause the video.

"UH, SORRY IT WAS A POPUP."

He tore off his headphones and rushed to get dressed, silently cursing under his breath.

"YEAH, OKAY Peter."

Heather walked away wearing a pleased look. Even though her and Peter were the same age, they weren't very close. She resented Peter for being "the favorite child." She wasn't one to miss an opportunity to put Peter down, but hearing porn audio coming from his room was a particularly special event.

This isn't the first (or even the 10th) time Heather has caught Peter jerking off. He's caught her in masturbating a few times as well. She enjoyed being caught, and god did she love catching Peter. Humiliating him each time knowing he's so exposed and is a rush like no other for her. He deserves to be put in his place.

Still feeling the high over the small amount of control she was able to have over her brother, Heather returned to her bedroom. She couldn't help herself from feeling aroused, and decided to take care of her needs. She climbed into bed and began to think about Peter masturbating in just the other room, still humiliated by being caught. Her right hand found its way into her pajama pants. She fantasized about opening Peter's bedroom door, seeing him jerking off. Surprised and humiliated, asking her to leave, begging her. She wouldn't leave, she would make him continue and laugh.

As Heather quickly approached climax, she wished for the power to live out her fantasy. She wanted so desperately to be in control, to feel like she had power. Her soul ached for it. She arched her back with pleasure as she tried to suppress her moans. This was easily the most powerful orgasm she'd had yet.

Heather opened her eyes and leaned up in her bed. "I wonder if he's still masturbating," she thought, as she got up from her bed. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a box that had not been there before. A bright purple box, sitting on her desk. She walked over to her desk and tried to remember where that might have come from. Picking up the box, she noticed some words on the side. It read, "You want power? Here it is." Opening the box revealed what looked like a television remote with all blank buttons.

She took the remote out of the box and began to inspect it. After a moment, words appeared on the buttons, shocking Heather. Or maybe they were always there? Reading the buttons didn't reveal much about this remote's intended use.

"STAND" | "SIT" | "KNEEL"

"STOP" | "FASTER" | "SLOWER"

"CLOSE MOUTH" | "OPEN MOUTH" | "STICK OUT TONGE"

She paused once she reached the "MASTURBATE" button. "Wait, what? What is this-" her own thoughts were cut off as she read the next few buttons.

"MASTURBATE" | "ORGASM" | "NIPPLE PLAY"

"GIVE ORAL" | "FONDLE" | "HAVE SEX"

Heather was baffled at what this remote was or how it came to be in her room. She held it up in the air and pushed some buttons. A small light blinked at the top with each press, but nothing else happened. She paused for a moment. "What if..." she pointed the remote at herself and pushed the "KNEEL" button. As soon as the button was pushed, Heather dropped to her knees in an instant. "No. No way. I didn't want to do that. This isn't-" she pressed the "STAND" button and felt her legs extend against her will. "There's no way. This has got to be a prank." As one last test, she pressed the "ORGASM" button, thinking that would prove once and for all that this remote wasn't controlling her body. Of course, it backfired immediately as she exploded in a spontaneous fit of pleasure. She stumbled backwards to her bed as she recoiled from her involuntary ecstasy.

She didn't really care where this remote came from or why she had it. She was already making plans on how to use it, and nothing would stop her.